In the space between two thoughts,
where the echoes of yesterday linger,
there lies a silence profound.
Shadows dance over the remnants of
unspoken dreams, weaving tales of
what once was and what could never be.
A whisper in the wind,
the taste of rain on skin.
Forgotten paths, silent echoes.
Do we remember the color of our childhood?
Or the scent of the future's promise?
These truths hidden beyond reach,
like stars in a fogged sky.
Time moves like a tide, relentless,
erasing footprints on the silver sand,
yet some memories cling like barnacles,
stubborn and indelible.